Last period on a Friday afternoon before a 3 day weekend, so of course i shouldn't have high expectations right?! Luckily, I didn't even have to open my mouth to start the lesson; the boys were clamouring all over their desks and each other to get a view out of the 3 windows to catch a glimpse of the live football/soccer match happening between two Teacher Teams out on the court. This week was "Kingsian Fiesta" and besides the various activies (badminton, table tennis, flea markets, cook-offs, etc.) the highlight of the week was by far this much-anticipated football match.
Although some classes were allowed to watch at ground level, there would have been just too much chaos if all the students (some odd thousand of em) were given permission to do that. My poor Form One Boys were only allowed to view it via instant recording, broadcasted onto the screen in class. But when you could hear the actual srcreaming and you know all the action is happening outside, why would you want to sit still in your desk? I know i wouldn't.
In the end, it wasn't as bad as i thought it could be. But i think after 13 weeks at an all boys school, nothing really phases me much. So as i stood in the back of the class, I just let them enjoy the game, resisting the urge to shush them each time one of them shouted or screamed. If you want a good laugh and a half (and a healthy dose of testosterone), try being locked up with 35 13-year-old football fanatics who are not allowed to watch the game happening just outside their 2nd storey window, with several thousand other teenage boys raging and screaming within a 100 metre radius.
I will miss their youth, zest, and even that sweet sweaty smell that only boys seem to have after a lunchhour of intense 'playing' with their mates.